Last night I walked in a drizzle. It’s the best time to walk. The smell of the wet asphalt is completely nostalgic for me, the mist on my face felt cold and I was so appreciative for the little bit of rain that fell upon our dry land.
I’m not very good at handling cold. It was cold for me, the California native. I wore grandpa’s hat. I cherish his hat. He left us too soon and his hat brings me comfort along with the roses he gave me that I watch bloom throughout the year. His aloe vera plant that is bursting to seed right now at this very moment. I hold these things close. I know they are just things but they are also reminders to me of a great man. So I hold them close and I feel special when I wear his hat. It keeps my ears warm in the California cold, drizzly night. I walk and I remember him.
I smell the smoky wood from a few fireplaces blazing, I smell wet grass, I see glistening sidewalks and I’m grateful that I have legs that move me. Today it’s simple – being thankful for the sprinkles.